Forgive Me For Letting This Be True

I just want to walk up to all the old ladies that I see and shake them, asking how it is that they are here while she is gone.

I Miss My Home

In this house, I feel like a visitor.

Behind Blue Eyes

Lying on the couch watching the patterns my slowly dying eyes paint against the fog-grey walls, I cannot help but wonder if there is even any point in hoping for a cure for an affliction that hardly anyone seems to realize exists.

Good Enough

Even though I have not lived with my parents in four years and am largely independent of them, I still want them to be proud of me and support my decisions.

The Brightly Colored Hippie Skirt Probably Has Something To Do With It

Sitting in a theater surrounded by hundreds of long haired, black shirt and jean wearing metal fanatics I somehow manage to feel both at home and completely out of place.

I Wanted To Believe That You'd Win The War In Your Head That I Did Not Understand

It's the not knowing, the uncertainty, the inability to plan or even guess what the future will bring, that makes me feel incredibly vulnerable and inept.

The Past Is Only In Our Heads

Discovering that what you had long believed to be a dream was actually a memory is a very strange experience.

Exposed

I was a fool to have bought the sundress.

Play Your Role, Collect Fifty Dollars

I have a very difficult time selling products in which I do not believe.

Now I'm So Far Away From You, I'm Naming A Star For You

Running across lyrics jotted down on band flyers tucked into the back of Candide takes me back to a time in my life I'd rather not visit.

There's Gonna Be A Blackout Tonight

Tonight as I tried to fall asleep, I heard the unnerving sound of helicopters repeatedly circling the area around my home and it made me realize just how little we really know about what is going on in our own part of the world.

What Happens When I'm Discovered?

I've recently found myself attending Unity but I am having a hard time aligning myself with some of their ideas and I feel false sitting in the audience.

I Can Hear Her Though The Walls

There is a woman next door who is coughing just like Betty once did.

Inanimate Cause For Concern

It is very strange to look up from one's reading and see at least sixteen pairs of eyes staring at you from their lofty vantage points on top of the television and bookcase.

If You Enjoy Pain, Anyway

If you've never had a frozen quart of half and half leap from your freezer and onto your awaiting foot, please allow me to be the first to recommend it.

I Don't Care If It Is "All Natural"

My least favorite part of the tattoo process is slathering myself in corn oil based "Ink Fixx" because it makes me smell like a fry station in a diner and feels like Vaseline.

They Can See You

When I am alone at night and the dogs start barking like mad at something outside, I begin to wish that we had blinds.

Openness Has Certain Perils

These thoughts are partitioned off for a reason and should I happen to feel a need to discuss them with you, I would hope that you have enough common decency to keep this new-found information to yourself.

Walnuts, Pineapple, Balsamic Vinegar, Citrus...

Why must I crave the foods that cause me the greatest pain?

If A Equals B And B Equals C Then A Must Equal Kumquat Jam

I've never dealt well with being yelled at and, knowing that, one must wonder just what she thinks will be accomplished by screaming at me and then, in the same breath, telling me that I never come over any more.